After the Storm (All I've Ever Needed)(3)

Impatiently, she tightened her fingers in his hair and urged his head downwards. He obediently let her bend him until he was a breath away from her aching, eagerly-waiting nipple and then took back control. For the next few seconds he let his breath waft over her already sensitized nipple, making it peak further, before drawing it between his teeth and nipping it into an even harder point.

“Suck it!” Natalie demanded, too desperate to care about seeming impatient.

She felt him smile against her flesh before he covered her nipple with his lips and did as she demanded.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” The pleasure was so intense, Natalie almost pulled herself away. Grasping her head in both hands, she bit her lip to stop further moans escaping. When she had mastered the sensation, she glanced downwards and found him looking up at her.

He held her gaze as he slid his hand up her inner thigh and his finger under the gusset of her thong, as if ensuring she wanted to take things further.

“Yes,” she said simply and watched his eyes darken in response.

Finding her wet, Stephano groaned and circled her clitoris with his thumb as he slid the finger deep inside her. Her inner walls clutched at it eagerly and he groaned again, this time in anticipation, the sound coming from deep inside him like a growl.

“You’re so wet, cara,” he whispered against her lips as he quickly straightened and reached downwards to free himself.

He kissed her as he rubbed the head of his erection against her opening, letting the moisture at the tip mingle with her wetness before pressing himself inside her.

“Aw!” She tore her lips from his, her whole body tightening in shock as he breached her tightness.

“Easy, cara, easy,” he soothed, cupping her head and forcing her to look at him. He held himself still, not deepening his penetration as she slowly relaxed around him. “That’s it, baby.”

She didn’t realize that tears had instantly sprung to her eyes until he bent and kissed her eyelids.

“Mea culpa,” he apologized.

“You really should warn a girl,” she retorted with a little more heat than she’d intended, feeling embarrassed she’d reacted so badly.

“I didn’t think you’d be so tight, cara,” he said apologetically, but his eyes twinkled with suppressed amusement.

Suddenly she saw the funny side too and chuckled softly. “I thought Italian Stallions were a myth.”

The laughter he had been valiantly trying to contain burst out of him in a rush.

“No stallion, cara, just a man,” he corrected.

Bending, he kissed her deeply, cupping her behind and pressing slowly but inexorably inside her to the hilt. Once again he held himself still, letting her stretch and soften around him before slowly withdrawing and then thrusting back inside her.

His mouth smothered her pleasure-filled moans as he quickened his thrust, but her fingernails digging into his flesh through his shirt told him that her pleasure wasn’t totally pain free. He should have exercised a little more patience, he scolded himself, but he’d lost his head the minute he’d taken her hand into his and felt her soft, smooth skin.

Hitching her a little higher, he covered her breast with his lips, drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it firmly. As he felt her relax in response, he circled his hips as he continued to thrust, stimulating her g-spot and bringing her quickly to a shivering orgasm.

He followed immediately, having little choice but to come as her inner walls gripped him even more tightly, demanding its offering from his body.

***

As her breathing slowed, Natalie once again became aware of her surroundings. Stephano was standing in front of her. Her head was resting comfortably on his broad shoulder and…he was still buried inside her.

Oh God, had she just made love to a work colleague on her office desk?

She wished she could keep her blushing face hidden forever and not have to meet his eyes, but Stephano reached across to pluck a handful of tissues from the dispenser on her desk and straightened up. Holding the tissue in place, he eased himself slowly out of her. He hadn’t fully deflated and she winced as an unexpected frisson of pain flashed through her.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded but couldn’t lift her head. She was so embarrassed she wished she was a thousand miles away. Books never said anything about the reality of sex in unexpected places. People just had sex, straightened their clothing and then went about business as usual. If Stephano hadn’t had the foresight to have the tissues in place both her hastily-tucked up skirt and her desk would now be drenched. And yet, as grateful as she was that he’d had that foresight, it was a sobering reminder that he was a man with a vast sexual arsenal—one big enough for him to think clear headedly about practicalities only minutes after a seemingly explosive orgasm.